Most people expect danger to look ordinary.
Walking down a cracked sidewalk at dusk, you half-expect the usual clichés of urban misfortune—maybe a reckless truck screeching around a corner like those "Truck-kun" memes in novels, or a desperate thief skulking in an alley, waiting for someone careless enough to flash a phone. Maybe even some deranged molester lurking under a flickering streetlamp.
But you never expect the impossible.
Zavier certainly didn't.
Earbuds in, eyes glued to the glowing screen in his hand, he walked with the relaxed, unguarded pace of someone scrolling through short videos on social media. The world around him blurred into background noise—cars passing, distant horns, someone arguing on the other side of the street. Just another normal, forgettable evening.
Then the air changed.
A faint vibration hummed through the ground, subtle enough that Zavier instinctively thought it was just a heavy truck rolling by. But the tremor kept growing—like the earth was inhaling, bracing for impact.
People around him paused, confused. Dogs barked. A low, bone-deep rumble rolled across the sky.
Zavier finally looked up.
And the world tilted.
A burning streak tore across the heavens—white-hot, furious, screaming through the clouds like a cosmic spear. It wasn't falling. It was hunting. The atmosphere around it warped, the shockwave roaring louder and louder until the entire street vibrated with its fury.
A meteor.
A whole ass meteor.
Coming straight at him at Mach 6.
For a split second, Zavier's mind went blank—no fear, no disbelief, just a frozen moment where reality failed to catch up.
The phone slipped from his fingers.
The fiery mass filled his vision.
And the last thought that flickered through his head was absurdly simple:
This… was definitely not on the list of things to worry about today.
Zavier-"Does God hate me or something?"
with a shocked voice.
[Author-No my son, that's called character development or reader demands I guess.]
With this massive encounter the light of zavier's life entinguished.
In a broken hut,in slum of metronom kingdom of Sebastian continent
Morning had barely broken, yet the slums were already drowning in noise.
Vendors shouted over one another, their cracked voices rising like desperate birds fighting for the last crumbs. The winter markets always brought chaos—piles of second-hand coats, patched boots, moth-eaten scarves, and whatever scraps of warmth the poor could cling to before the true frost of Metronom Kingdom settled in. Children darted between legs, chasing fleeting opportunities; mothers haggled with shaking fingers; the sound of rusted metal carts bumping over frozen dirt echoed like the cough of a dying beast.
All of it seeped through the flimsy wooden gate of the hut, a brittle door that rattled whenever the wind itself exhaled.
Inside, the world was quieter but far colder.
A boy sat beside what could hardly be called a bed. It was a miserable thing—an uneven frame made of mismatched wooden planks scavenged from abandoned crates, broken carriage parts, and discarded furniture from the wealthy districts. Its craftsmanship was clumsy, full of crooked nails and splintered edges, built many winters ago by hands that trembled with exhaustion rather than skill. Fifteen years of damp nights, hungry days, and unrelenting frost had worn it down until it seemed ready to collapse under the weight of a sigh.
Yet on that fragile bed rested a far more fragile sight.
The corpse of a man lay still beside the boy. His face, once stern and weathered by struggle, had softened in death—though not enough to hide the pain etched into his final moments. Even as life left him, his hand remained placed gently on his son's head, fingers stiff from hard labor yet tender with a father's final instinct to comfort.
The boy leaned into that frozen hand as though trying to draw warmth from it. His small body shivered under a thin cloth—nothing more than a torn drape once owned by nobles, thrown out without a thought. He had scavenged it from a trash heap only days before, proud to bring something home. Now it draped over his frail frame, offering the faintest whisper of warmth against the bitter cold of the Metronom winter.
Snowflakes slipped through gaps in the hut's walls, melting upon contact with the boy's bare feet. The wind hissed through every crack, carrying with it the distant shouts of the bustling market—a reminder that life outside the hut rushed forward uncaring, unstoppable.
Inside, time felt frozen.
Zavier saw himself a in total foreign atmosphere yet so familiar, a kid from a well off family having most of the resources all around his life, even when he once started in an rundown library, the inheritance left by his parents are enough to live comfortably without any issue.
A barige of memories started assaulting his new found brain after his transmigration to this world, zavier a boy with same name as him born to his father max and mother lula.
At the birth of this boy his mother lula who once known at this light of little slum area due to her kind deeds and cheerful smiledespite having a average beauty and frail body from a hard life in childhood in these slums, she was married to max, a Soldier aspiring to make a name from himself and that slums in the kingdom, but his journey cut short due to mass firing of soldiers from army due to some reason that nobles deem low class people worth knowing. Despite all this max and lula still been happy in their married life, max after his post still worked a three to four jobs a day to give lula and his future child a good life,but life took another turn when his wife died just after giving birth to her child.
The baby had a dark sprinkles of light around him as he was born.
The slums deemed him as a demon who ate his own mother on birth.
Many peoples advised max to end the baby's life in the holy lake of church near the slums and marry another woman from the slums to start a new life.
But max ignored their advise and taken all the responsibilities of child from Chen on.
He took him everywhere he work and from then on the only smile in his life is his child.
Despite, the people of slum keeping the children from this child zavier,but max shielded him from all this throughout his life.
As days go by max health crumbled with the grief of love of his life and taking care of the child and his work simultaneously.
He hold himself till the previous cold night of winter.
The cloth draped in zavier's body was originally on max sick frail figure but feeling his life cannot be dragged more, he draped on his son.
Zavier after getting this memory it's not something foreign as his soul and old zavier merged in the process of reincarnation as his soul is weak due to hardships, pain and years of cold eyes of the peoples, not much of his soul is left on the blend.
Zavier stood up from the ground, his eyes fixed on the man on the bed, he is not someone foreign to him but his own father a becon of light in his life a person who never gave on him.As both zavier are one now.
Zavier found the last conversation with Max in his memory he said "i don't know how many days i survive, don't care about the stares of other in the future they don't know who are you, but i know your mother was half azen, a type firefly in pixie ansestory with nearly no members surving, you dark powers comes from dark element is your bloodline, your mother never got this dark element, but for some reason you got it use it well to help others, and remember never think yourself as a monster,even your mother in her last moments called you her biggest of gift of god and after so many years i also say in this life you are biggest honor of your father, if I ever get another life i would like to be your father again and give you a better life than this slums".
This words are still ringing in his years,zavier looking at his father feeling the immense pain, though he lost his parents in his previous life but that doesn't this pain even a little less.
Zavier with tears running down relentlessly said to the cold corpse that once was his only warmth" i promise father as your son, i don't know why i came to this body, maybe to honor your wishes for me to help other to help this frail soul to fulfill his duty, I promise i won't die in this life until I honor your love for zavier, and from now on i will live as your son"
Zavier moved his eyes towards creaking door to moved towards it, towards a new life.